Time has weathered its walls, and nature has claimed it as its own, with vines and foliage covering every surface as if foraging for room. The air is thick with a sense of dejic-mystery and significance depicted overtly by the castle's towering entrance. There are tales and tall tales that surround this place, that ignite one's curiosity even further. If you get the right traveler and enough ale. But never had any of them acquired the knowledge of it's location. Most of them even ending their accounts with, "but all of it but a myth", or it's equivalent.
Is this overgrown castle, that whispers of it's readiness to divulge its secrets and echoes that have been shaded within its walls and forgotten by Time, playing with the imagination or siring a confidant, a worker of its magics.
Graft appeared as a small child in contrast as he pushed open the Great doors. They let out a great shriek from age and unuse, sounding much like a Vulcarn ready to dive, giving battle cry as the last thing one would hear before the black...
Categories:
unuse, art,
Form: Other
a dog named zingereedee
announced his dislike for tea
unuse to such talk
a cat on a walk
scampered high up a tall tree.
Categories:
unuse, abuse, anger, animal, cat,
Form: Limerick
People speak about me,
Poems related to me,
English used by me.
Language belonged to me,
Having you and me,
Why not used by me?
"Answer came from me"
Its simple to me,
And show you and me.
Since with my mommy,
Series looked by mommy,
Were in English honey.
Ask our own society,
Language used in community,
Not belonged to society.
Its will came and confused,
English I will use,
In my own house.
How to get vocabulary,
Even if I communicate,
I will end in boundary.
How can I use,
While is not used?
In school is unuse.
Its is going to loose,
It is being abused,
Who will he introduce?
Categories:
unuse, 1st grade, change, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
People speak about me,
Poems related to me,
English used by me.
Language belonged to me,
Having you and me,
Why not used by me?
"Answer came from me"
Its simple to me,
And show you and me.
Since with my mommy,
Series looked by mommy,
Were in English honey.
Ask our own society,
Language used in community,
Not belonged to society.
Its will came and confused,
English I will use,
In my own house.
How to get vocabulary,
Even if I communicate,
I will end in boundary.
How can I use,
While is not used?
In school is unuse.
Its is going to loose,
It is being abused,
Who will he introduce?
Categories:
unuse, 1st grade, change, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
This one is gonna be unuse
Gonna make you lip your licks
Throw your--------------------------OFF
----------------------------Balance
I like to see the words within my mind
picture of sinuous slips of vacant missed wisps
Yeah i liked that one
Siblious doesn't exist but isn't it lavish
Wallow in the its and ifs
Drowning in the constant ants
Does the centre of the ocean know the shore
those slight morsels that hold
our grunts and groans
at arms lenthg
but still we choose in awe
Categories:
unuse, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Shape of Mourning
by Michael R. Burch
The shape of mourning
is an oiled creel
shining with unuse,
the bolt of cold steel
on a locker
shielding memory,
the monthly penance
of flowers,
the annual wake,
the face in the photograph
no longer dissolving under scrutiny,
becoming a keepsake,
the useless mower
lying forgotten
in weeds,
rings and crosses and
all the paraphernalia
the soul no longer needs.
Keywords/Tags: life, death, death of a friend, grave, memory, memories, memorial, mourning, funeral, shape, mourning, eulogy, bolt, steel, locker, penance, wake, keepsake, keepsakes, memento, mementos, rings, crosses, paraphernalia
Categories:
unuse, death, death of a
Form: Verse